He was of course, the only one she would tolerate possessiveness from. The amount of love he had for her, how much he wanted her as his and only his - it was dizzying, intoxicating, and she was utterly drunk on him. Hearing that growl brought a warmth into the smile that was always for him, and she rewarded him for the sound by holding him that much closer, leaning that much more into him as her kiss turned more aggressive, her own version of a growl uttered in response. Though her 'growls' were more of a throaty purr.
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Date: 2015-01-10 09:26 pm (UTC)From: